Staring at the paper for the hundredth time, I finally put it away and headed in the direction of the student union on campus.
I had no experience other than just the love of writing but the ad said no experience needed so why not? Working on a newspaper had always been my dream.
Just one that I never saw happening.
When I was little around 8 years old or so, I used to make up a neighborhood newspaper. I called it The Neighborhood News. I know, I know. To this day, I still struggle with creative titles. I wrote about things that were about our area, create a word search, and even make up ads. Then I would write it by hand over 5 times to make new copies which I would deliver to the small business owners around the block from where I lived. I walked into those stores so excited about delivering my papers and thankfully, the people all played along.
Little girls like to dream big or so I thought when I decided maybe, just maybe I could grow up to be a journalist.
Only that just wasn’t mean to be.
Yet the love of writing was still there and that’s why on that day, I was going to an information session about joining the college newspaper.
And I walked in.
A short time after listening, I was ready to sign on and thought that the “Features” section would be a good match for me. The editor was excited, smart, and ready to bring someone on board. She assigned me something and I couldn’t wait to get it back to her.
And when I did, she ripped it apart.
Those next few months, I would learn about a good lead, hook lines, white space, and even how to wrap text around a picture. Don’t get me wrong. I cried my eyes out when I thought I completely sucked but then I worked that much harder. I watched and I learned as much as I could. My editor taught me everything she knew…and that was a lot.
Other editors encouraged me to branch out. We had an advisor who let us lead as he encouraged us by offering creative feedback and new ideas too.
Life at the newspaper meant a whole new direction for many things about myself. It changed relationships and created new friendships. The newspaper was called, “The Vignette” which can mean the beginning or ending of a chapter. For me, it was all of it with stories to tell.
One day, I was sitting in class and one of the students noticed me working on an article and said, “there goes Lois Lane at it again.” To this day, it is one of my favorite moments.
Eventually, I would become the editor after mine left. Ideas came to me and the words spun out as my fingers clicked away on that keyboard. Deadlines approached and photographs were developed. There was an energy and vibe in that room I still miss to this day.
One day, I walked into the college union clutching a notebook and a piece of paper. Years later, I walked out a writer.
Although not quite like my way back when days, blogging is my go to for writing now. If you are reading this, know that your support and time is beyond appreciated.
Even big girls can dream of new writing careers…
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